Poem

Your raw, unfettered beauty
glancing back toward the camera

She is stopped in time

An outstretched hand to adjust your hair
and another to take it back.

Revealing just enough

Feeling I was wrong but knowing
Feeling I was coming, still, but going.

You’re a sight to see but I just cannot touch
your uncovered beauty.

Those curves, that hair,
barely grazing blond shoulders.

You've got the look in your eyes of
innocent surprise

 I just hope I don’t blow it for you now.